Fall days creep by
Under a seething autumn sky
Clouds of lavender and tangerine
Look more benevolent than they seem.
On my frail and fragile chassis
Rests a sheath as gold as molasses.
There are wings where arms were flaying
There is stillness where faith was straying.
But in this great expanse and divide
Between the you and the I
My universe lays; an unconfined space
A bitter and unfamiliar place.
The yawn of an era stretched over a chasm
Serendipity jerked like a meteor, a spasm:
Your return could never be.
I grew the wings but set you free.
Who I am and all that is
Is reason for my name, chrysalis.